and my soul is just a silhouette [pack search party]

moving this along!!

Nakai had no further question for her -- lowering her tapered muzzle, the waif trotted off along the sedge. She heard confidence lull his voice, and allowed a brief smile to linger on her narrow lips.

So intense was her prodding, so labored her nosing, she nearly missed the scent all together. Along the fold of sand and rush-plant, a familiar scent was tucked away -- shielded from the wind by lengthy tussock. Caiaphas froze instantly with her muzzle held low. Pressing her moist nose to the dry ground she inhaled slowly, identifying the mark of a male wolf aligned with Duskfire.

She remained stark still, though her hackles riffled upwards in alarm. Malachi had been here -- she looked up quickly as if to catch his form fleeing the strand. "Just as I thought." She hissed, squinting off into the distance where the illuminant rise of the Glacier rested.